First Flight

Posted: October 12, 2015 in Ann Arbor, Nature, Poetry, Woods
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First Flight

Ann Arbor, Sunday afternoon . . .

You thought I missed it

The moment when you broke away
Summoned by the season.
You trusted your entire journey
To a gust of wind
And you were right:
You were gently carried from the top of the tree
To your forerunners
On the forest floor
But so many of your friends
Took this flight unwitnessed
No wonder to guide their landing.
But you, I watched
From beginning to end, in awe

Comments
  1. Malaika says:

    Love your poetry JB! Looking forward to reading more of it! 🙂

    Like

  2. I love Fall. And I love this!

    Liked by 1 person

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